sagely spoken words
heal with their pure energy,
eloquence lingers
prayer on lips, in heart atone
view the world as God alone
though we are shaped from earth’s crust
form without God’s breath is dust
feel bliss beats, negate ego
all fears and desires let go
poised in our natural state
stand erect at heaven’s gate
let this be the way we see
all is God, we are as He
awareness unbroken thus
thought patterns do not nonplus
He's a visual fusion of forest and inner flame,
A radiant pulse of abundance,
Clad in crafted clothing of galore,
Stitched in autumn tones from folklore.
He wears leaves of distinction, orange embers,
Yellow citrine, and emerald green.
He nurtures the woodlands in newborn sunrays
That fall through the morning haze,
Striking the heart where his roots belong,
Enhancing the mind with crystal clear gleam.
Twinkling truths highlight his daydreams.
The Green Man dances readily,
Saged in spirals for centuries,
Giving journeymen paths to fae lights,
Readily twisting around flowers, foliage, and sprites,
Stretched in sacred homage.
Breath in breeze
Body entwined with trees
By myth decreed
By birthright and galore
Wanderer between roots and stars forevermore.
Sage healing
Great properties
"holy herb"
Sage flower what a beautiful color!
Romans love and call it the holy herb!
So great healing properties and value!
looking at objects, yet recognising
that God dwells in every form that is seen
therefore without measuring or sizing
nonchalant to where our senses have been
irrespective of any dream form’s sheen
in this way duality disappears
wherever we look, God’s presence appears
Beautifully she stood,
shadowing the pretty grass:
a sweet poised mushroom:-
her aged hands smoothed the velveteen cloth
a floatie travelled across the upper corner of her right eye
was spirit here already?
She peered into her crystal ball, quieting herself
messages floated into her mind
she knew her client would be connected with ancestors
if he was not clairvoyant, he would be clairaudient or clairsentient
the seasoned soothsayer picked up her tarot deck
she began laying the cards down in a precise order
she flipped the cards and read the message
pick up the runes too, a voice said
being clairaudient, clairsentient and clairvoyant,
of course she followed spirit’s directions
Live life not alone,
Friendship is essential
To the soul in need:-
Live in wonderful oneness
Of the onement of God’s love:-
Misery picks all;
We all have our time for it,
And its survival:-
Praise God for his healing grace,
And divine wisdom and guidance:-
In natured wording,
In what season can you say,
“Never say never?!”
It’s said, “God never leaves us!”
Never will this not be?!
Never ever stop
Fighting for liberation;
No, never ever:-
Such audacious wordplay;
Saying, “Never say never.”
To possess freedom which is absolute,
needs God to be the dreamer and the dreamed,
wherein breath by breath, as He does reboot,
He ensouls all objects by His will beamed,
deciding when each soul will be redeemed.
This blueprint suggests that there’s no one here,
save ego as smoke, which will disappear,
having no independent existence,
so all that’s required is to erase fear,
melding with silence, shedding resistance.
Whether friendship or love
Take care with each other
Be honest with each other
That's enough.
Whether in this life or after
Always treasure good deeds
When the time ends come
You'll not find any regret.
Eyes focused in time,
wise owls on a fence gazing:
telescoping life:-
Have ye been touched not yet by magnetism,
ushering deep wisdom, unknown to mind,
rapture of bliss pervading body prism,
causing us to become with love aligned,
with fears and desires to the bin consigned?
Befriending silence, piercing the vast void,
the demons of darkness are then destroyed,
whereupon doing nothing we so see,
our true Self as light, shaped as a spheroid,
revealing to us, we were always free.
IN SAGE TREED INSPIRATION
Standing in the forested arena
Beneath one of the multiplicities
Of the ethnicities of barked sage trees
Reining in the mutual oneness
Of the equanimity of their being,
My spirituality of mind turned its focus
To thoughts of the Crucifixion, Resurrection,
And indeed, the fulfilled glorious Ascension:-
At that moment, it dawned upon me,
The symbolic role that sage trees
Have played in the lives of humanity–
From crosses to branched stages of lynchings–
As living symbolic reminders of life’s tribulations:-
And at that very serene bell ringing moment,
My mind canvassed a profound awareness:
Today’s sage trees stream to us a message
Of faithful resurrection and renewed healing life
As we observe them sojourning nature's seasons
From summer to fall–to winter–and on to spring:-
N.B.: May your mind be likewise canvassed
And enlighteningly streamed with their
Profound sage treed inspiration.
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